Britain’s rudest address?

A house with what has been described as the “rudest address in Britain” has been put up for sale. Potential buyers may need a decent sense of humour if they are to move into the three-bedroom property at 69 Cock Lane in Fetcham, Surrey. The semi-detached house has gone on the market with estate agent Gascoigne Pees, with an asking price of £449,950.

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News of the property listing prompted a flurry of jokes, with Mike Philpott tweeting: “This has everything. A semi at 69 Cock Lane is for sale. Estate agent? Gascoigne Pees.” Another user wrote “You have no idea how glad I was to find that this is real!” while a prospective buyer simply remarked: “So we’re actually looking at a house that’s address is 69 cock lane…” The street in Fetcham previously attracted attention when penis-shaped graffiti was daubed on potholes in an effort to get them fixed by the local council. Mind you it isn’t the only one, Cock Lane in the City of London is where John Bunyan, author of The Pilgrim’s Progress, died of a fever in 1688. You will thank me for this information in a Pub Quiz some day, probably.

Cock Lane opposite Bart's is where John Bunyan, author of The Pilgrim's Progress, died of a fever in 1688. #London

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